Chapter 496: The Nameless Darkness
People stared at the unfamiliar scene before them, watching as the light radiating from the angel completely dissipated, its body rotting entirely before plummeting from the sky.
The festering corpse was covered in twisted, maddening runes, and just looking at them caused their heads to feel like they were splitting apart from the pain.
What was happening now had already exceeded their comprehension. They had just welcomed the triumphant angel back, only for it to die such a miserable death in the next second.
In their eyes, the angel was a symbol of invincibility, and the moment it died, their faith crumbled along with it.
More crucially, they had absolutely no idea what was going on. Even if they wanted to fight desperately, they didn't know who to fight.
Instinctively, fear rose within their hearts.
The oldest human emotion is fear, and the most extreme fear is the fear of the unknown.
Loren had already inscribed a long-range ritual pointing to the God of Fear above it, and the moment the corpse hit the ground, he activated the ritual.
The angel began to melt, transforming into a mass of black, unidentified matter—like a pool of blood, but more like a patch of pure darkness. It was darkness existing within the territory of the God of Light and Fire.